Christina Oswald
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Experiences in life have helped to mold the person that I am. Is she perfect, most definitely not. Both the good and the bad times have fuled my passions in life.
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Socially Naked
Naked, exposed, and defenseless. This is something that hardly anyone has ever been comfortable with. To expose your true self to someone else, pure horror. Like a living nightmare we have struggled to allow people to see who we truly are. On some level, everyone at some point in their life struggles with this. It means we admit to a certain kind of vulnerability.
By Christina Oswald4 years ago in Journal
Would You Be Proud
It has been a little over four years now and if I focus on it hard enough the pain is as strong as it was the very day. I used to suppress it and that turned out to be not such a good idea. I descended into the darkness myself. Now I have learned, through many trials and errors, to accept that you’re not here. That there will never truly be any answers, just speculation.
By Christina Oswald4 years ago in Psyche
At First Sight (Pt. 2)
Rising Suspicions Now it was the waiting game. Who would message who first? Could she resist picking up her phone, even just to send a quick hey? It wasn’t a romantic notion to think that the guy should message first. After all there was that stupid rule of three days, right? Before she had even made it the two blocks back to her apartment, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was definitely a pleasant surprise at the time. She wasn’t used to any sort of attention, let alone male attention.
By Christina Oswald7 years ago in Humans
At First Sight (Pt. 1)
First Date Looking back, she should have known. She should have known that that look wasn’t love. She should have known that look wasn’t ecstasy. She should have known that look was desire on the verge of obsession. First loves are blinding. The entire world could be burning and she would never have known. She knew though, knew after it was too late.
By Christina Oswald7 years ago in Humans
Bright Red Door
Sitting alone I wonder what waits for me beyond that door. That door that I’ve kept closed all these years. It’s a bright red. So bright it’s screaming. There’s always been this fear deep down that seems to echo to the very depths of my soul. The darkness surrounds me now. A small light shines dimly under the door.
By Christina Oswald7 years ago in Motivation
